This isn’t my only bookshelf, of course, it’s one of many. The back room is chockers with the things, both double and triple banked. When my parents sold the family home, my father gave me this one from his study and I put it on my second desk and filled it with some of the titles that had been accumulating on the table beside my reading chair out back.
I love pictures of other peoples bookcases, I strain my eyes and kink my neck to see if I can either read or recognize the spines (which I kinda do a lot).
I have an assortment of bookcases, Dania, IKEA, dead relatives, yard sale finds, where ever I can get something interesting.